The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

The doctor was not heavy; in Heda's hands, who had undergone the modification surgery, she was as light as a doll waiting to be manipulated.

"Is the situation serious? What can I do?"

"It'll be over in a few hours, just wait." Fran yawned, not worried at all.

She has almost absolute control over her body. These malignant symptoms that could kill an ordinary person dozens of times over... are nothing more than commonplace for her.

"Did I make a mistake during the joining process?"

Given that Fran was unlikely to make medical mistakes, Heda very honestly began to look for problems within herself.

"There's no need to blame yourself; the result would have been the same if I had done it myself."

In fact, Fran is certainly capable of completing the bonding process himself.

However, we should always leave the opportunity for beginners to practice... and since I am the test subject, even if problems arise, they won't cause any serious consequences.

"Let me think... Sister Heda, could you please bring me a wheelchair? It's in the equipment room next door."

Although she couldn't move her arm and couldn't check the time through her pocket watch, judging from the wisps of gray mist seeping in through the cracks in the door... it should be almost time.

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芜!

Chapter 90 Flamel [The Hill of Silence]

As the time for quarterly outpatient visits drew ever closer, the gray, cold mist in the operating room grew increasingly thick.

"Reach out and touch the moon."

At her command, the black chain on Fran's wrist slipped into her sleeve, and she lifted the brass pocket watch by its chain.

"Three minutes until departure. Hmm...why so fast? I thought we'd have at least an hour."

She squinted, somewhat confused.

For some reason, Fran has a very poor sense of time. Even though she has a habit of glancing at her watch frequently, she still inevitably makes mistakes at times.

With one minute remaining, Haida finally pushed a small, manual wheelchair to her side.

"Finding the equipment took some time."

The equipment room at the Fog Street Clinic was quite large, and it took her a lot of effort to find the area where the wheelchairs were stored.

On her way back to the operating room, Haida noticed wisps of steam rising along the corridor. She knew she had little time left before her scheduled appointment.

Therefore, she did not ask any further questions, and with a tacit understanding, she put her arm around Fran's waist, lifted him up, and then placed him on the wheelchair.

"I should have made an electric one when I had some free time." Fran raised an eyebrow, seemingly somewhat helpless.

"However, even if a person with high-level paraplegia sits in an electric chair, it's not very useful... a voice or neural link control module still needs to be installed."

But if you're going to use something as complicated as a neural link module, why not just get a full set of external armor?

"Hoo." Fran let out a soft sigh, slowly clearing his mind.

A wisp of golden-red spark could be seen flickering briefly with her breath. It was a near-boiling, frenzied fire.

Although she appeared calm, her internal condition was probably far from peaceful.

The fog was thick and swirling, like a sea of ​​clouds, blurring the boundaries of sight and space.

Soon, her and Haida's figures disappeared into the pure gray and white.

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[Cross-bound quarterly house call begins. You are about to travel to "Silent Hill," and this house call will be conducted in pairs. Your assistant is "Funeral Maid" Heda Moira.]

[Target population: All criminals who have entered this place.]

　Damn it! ] Die! -2∮“＠←蕶浯腫×zhＵaanqＵン: [Patient Files: For those suffering from heart disease, who understands you better than yourself?]

Symptoms: Dissociative identity disorder (severe, late stage), post-traumatic stress disorder (early stage).

[Warning: Be careful of the people around you; they may be far more dangerous than you imagine. Similarly, be careful of yourself; you may be more dangerous than you think...]

[Begin the patient reception process.]

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"Just reading the description of the house call makes my head spin. No wonder it's the last cross-disciplinary house call of the year..."

Fran, sitting in his wheelchair, muttered a complaint out of boredom.

The difficulty of cross-disciplinary medical visits increases sequentially from the end of March to the end of December, which means... the system believes that the place to be visited this time will be more dangerous than "Future Norrington".

Heda pushed Fran through the misty fog for a while, and as the fog gradually thinned, the surrounding scenery became clearer.

This is a spacious and tranquil modern town.

The highway, cars, and the houses and churches lining the streets... everything was shrouded in dust and a thin mist. While there were no signs of riots or destruction, the place was also eerily quiet, devoid of any sign of human habitation.

The fog summoned by Fran seemed to possess a life of its own, changing its form in a remarkably human-like manner. The fog in this town, however, was like the ghost of the dead, coldly and eerily enveloping everything.

It was hazy, quiet, and desolate, like being in a tomb.

Haida's psychic senses detected a faint hint of malice, but it was also like a fleeting illusion.

"Dr. Fran, where am I?"

"Dumb Village".

Without a second thought, Fran blurted out a name that seemed somewhat out of place here. It even sounded kind of cute.

"Really?" Haida raised her eyebrows, somewhat doubtful.

She had roughly figured out the doctor's temperament... and the most typical trait of this type 4 was his inappropriate sense of humor. (si→!)

"Of course, it also has many more proper names... Silent Hill, City of Death, and the most well-known translation, 'Silent Ridge'."

Fran began to recount the story as if it were a treasure trove of knowledge.

Just as she was about to say something more, Haida suddenly stopped, her gray-chestnut eyes fixed on the mist at the end of the street corner.

"Something's coming. It smells malicious..."

Fran blinked lightly, pausing his tour guide-like explanation.

A strange humanoid creature slowly emerged from the end of the street corner.

His steps were labored and sluggish, almost a struggle. His entire upper body was covered by a huge, bloated mass of skin, through which one could vaguely see his tightly bound arms... and the painfully contorted features beneath the swollen skin.

"Does Dr. Fran know about this monster?"

Out of caution, Haida first inquired about Fran's relevant characteristics.

"The Man in the Case. A monster manifested from entanglement and struggle... It's very weak, but it spews acid mist, so you need to be careful."

Fran was quite familiar with the Silent Hill setting and quickly gave a detailed account of the monster's specific information.

Haida frowned slightly as she began to consider a solution.

The person in the case is now within firing range, but it would be unwise to recklessly test the waters with firearms in unknown conditions. The noise of a bullet leaving the barrel could attract something even more dangerous.

But it's inconvenient to have Dr. Fran with her in close combat; she can't exactly go around hacking people to death while carrying a wheelchair...

"Worried about me? Hmm... that's not hard to solve."

As he spoke, the chain of "Reaching for the Moon" on Fran's hand popped out and wrapped around Haida's wrist, binding the two together.

"In this way, we are connected."

"it is good."

Haida responded softly, and then strode out like an arrow released from a bow.

The person in the suit had already approached to within twenty meters. And she arrived in front of the monster almost instantly, the blade of her power sword "Nie" slashing down with a whooshing sound as the air was torn apart.

The twisted human body was instantly split in two, and filthy, putrid blood gushed out from the cracks.

In a single glance, the person trapped inside was reduced to a silent, lifeless corpse.

"It lacks self-healing abilities, and its physical strength is similar to that of an ordinary person..."

At this moment, Haida had a deeper understanding of Fran's assessment of her as "very weak".

A monster who could be killed by ordinary people with knives and clubs... he probably never imagined that he would one day enjoy such luxurious treatment as a power sword. He could die without regrets.

After defeating the enemy, Haida will follow the guidance of the black chains to return to Fran's side.

For some reason, the originally thin cold fog suddenly became thick and gloomy.

So much so that she could barely see the doctor in the wheelchair within two steps, only vaguely making out the outline of his face.

Just then, a sudden change occurred.

"Woo——"

The piercing siren shattered the town's silence. The once clear sky darkened almost instantly, turning into a dark, gloomy void.

At this very moment… Haida’s gaze turned serious. Just then, she felt a tug on the chain on her hand.

"Dr. Fran?"

She slowly walked towards the wheelchair and asked, but no one responded.

An ominous premonition arose within her, and without waiting, Haida quickly approached Fran.

The [Reaching for the Moon] device in his hand was still connected and hadn't broken, meaning Dr. Fran hadn't left. But the person leaning against the back of the wheelchair at this moment... was it really her?

As the two drew closer, Haida could see her face clearly.

With her pale white hair and eyelashes, amber eyes, and a warm smile on her lips... it was definitely Fran.

But compared to before, a very obvious change had occurred in her.

Fran's signature white lab coat and blazer had been replaced by a thin straitjacket. Covered in rusted metal buckles, it suggested that the wearer was not a young girl, but some kind of predatory beast. 5

At the same time, she became, well... much younger. Seven

Her once beautiful features had become somewhat childish, making her look like she was only ten years old. Her figure had also become like that of a young girl, to the point that her straitjacket looked rather loose.

The young girl, Qiaoqian, blinked and greeted Haida.

"Hello, Sister Sister. Are you looking for someone?"

Something unusual has happened that I don't yet understand... Haida had some experience dealing with this kind of situation, so she suppressed her absurdity and continued along with the girl's words.

"Yes. Do you know a doctor named Fran?"

"Ah, I know!" Er

The girl's amber eyes lit up, seemingly pleased that she knew the answer to the question.

"I've heard of that name; she's the director of Shisham Hospital. The one in the center of town."

As she spoke, she pointed in the direction of a certain block. But because of the gloomy sky, Haida couldn't see any landmarks there.

Thank you. May I ask how I should address you?

Maintaining the courtesy due to a stranger, Haida asked the girl her name.

Since she doesn't consider "Fran" to be herself, that means... she has another name.

"But... the nun hasn't told me your name yet."

The girl sat in her wheelchair with her head down, gently swinging her slender legs. She seemed to have complete control over her body and was not suffering from the side effects of the chimeric spinal "Sphinx".

"Hyda Moira. Just call me Hyda."

"Hey, my name is Flamel, I haven't decided on my last name yet. Nice to meet you, Sister Heda."

Flamel raised his head, a mischievous glint in his amber eyes.

It was indeed that name. Haida's expression turned solemn as she recalled the situation from her last house call.

The fictional mental hospital in the ritual "Establishing a Dream" is also called "Shishem," and the doctor there who is exactly the same as Fran is also named "Flamel," so there must be some connection between them.

"Sister Haida, is something on your mind?"

Flamel waved her fair hand in front of Heda, somewhat worried about this easily distracted nun.

Haida had now sorted out her thoughts and decided on her next move.

“There are some. Dr. Fran is my friend, but she's gone... I'm going to the hospital to find her now.”

"Go to Shisham Hospital? But it's getting dark, and it's not very safe there. Besides, I just left there not long ago." Flamel pouted slightly, looking somewhat troubled.